Dj Envy Cheating Novels & Stories

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

And while I was at it, I also turned over the real ledgers documenting your embezzlement, your shell companies, and every dollar you siphoned out of Sharp Group. Jason stared at the complaint receipt, his pupils trembling violently. "That's impossible... How did you get your hands on the real ledgers?" Then, as if a switch had flipped, he whipped around and glared at Denise, who was still sprawled on the floor. "You! Denise, you betrayed me!" Denise trembled uncontrollably, shaking her head over and over. "It wasn't me! Jason, I swear it wasn't me!" She scrambled to her feet and crawled over to Damian, throwing her arms around his leg.

Chris glanced at the time and spoke with impatience. "Jeremy, it's just some worthless junk. What difference does it make if you take it back or not? Mr. Johnson from Kingsville will be here any minute. A broke loser like you making a scene like this won't look good." Gerald seemed to realize the same thing, but he had no intention of returning the diamond bracelet to me. Before anyone could react, he smashed it hard against the ground. "If I weren't worried about dirtying Mr. Johnson's eyes, I'd really enjoy watching your lies fall apart.

There was even a subtle shake in my hands as I held the dice cup. To those watching, I was clearly showing signs of someone who was getting carried away. The next round began, and as the dealer, Winifred called the rules. "Basic high-low is boring. Let's mix it up this round. We'll bet on the totals. Those who feel like they're able to roll a total of eight or higher can double down on their bets. "We're upgrading the pot, too. It's getting boring just playing for chump change." Rhys responded immediately, "I'm in! I'll put up my luxury boutique in Westown!"

"Glen, I'm pregnant. With your baby. From now on, our family has one more person who loves you." She looked so gentle saying it. My chest burned, anger climbing fast. 'You keep saying you love me. You still cheated. And now you want me to raise another man's kid?' What did I do to earn this kind of punishment? I stayed silent, face dark. Vanessa's smile slowly slipped. Then she signed the same words again. Right. She still thought I couldn't hear. I looked at her, flat and cold, and spoke. "Are you sure the baby's mine, and not someone else's?"

This was the first time I had ever seen them this broken. They stared at me with urgency. "Jade, did you do it?" I shook my head firmly. "No." The moment I said that, they dropped to their knees. "Officer, there must be some mistake. Our daughter would never cheat. "Jade scored a near-perfect score on every mock exam in her senior year. She was already granted early admission to a top university. The college entrance exam was just a formality for her. Why would she buy answers from someone and cheat?"

Far too smoothly. "There's no way you're not cheating," I pointed out, nodding my head at the couple. They glanced at each other for a second, a silent communication passing through them before they turned to me again with faces of complete innocence and oblivion. If I didn't know better, I might think they've never heard the word 'monopoly' in their entire life. "Stop pretending, Marcel, it doesn't look good on you," Dante called him out, shaking his head. "We're not cheating," Solana backed her mate up, sounding so serious, I almost doubted what I saw with my eyes. "You're just jealous that the game is not going your way."

"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

After rinsing off, I used the toilet, but as I stood up, something caught my eye—a cigarette butt sitting in the trash. I squinted at it, examining the brand—it was a Dunhill. I froze. I always smoked Marlboro cigarettes; I had never even tried Dunhill! Where did this come from? Could my earlier suspicions be true? Did Donna really have another man over? Was she cheating on me? My face darkened with dread. I lingered in the bathroom for what felt like ages before finally emerging, forcing my expression to return to normal. "Babe, ready to head out for dinner?" I asked Donna.

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.